Raaaaaaaahhhhh! Danced the whole night until 5:30 on some beautiful playlist on Spotify and then it happened. I wanted the lyrics of a song so I Google it and clicked on a f-ing sportify link in search results. You cancerous cunts. Can't find that playlist back. Raaaaahhh. At least I got one desperado left, got that going on. Almost morning again. Not allowed to f-ing drive. I'll crawl to the f-ing shop to continue the party. Done writing for the week. I'll jump and drink until Monday 7:00 AM

Dear Google, who has the copyright of the Italian national anthem?

Technically not andev rant but fuck it. This pusses me off no no end.

PC gaming as I used to love it, is ending.

E3 for pc gamers was a death march. With the exception of hitman and just cuz 4, which are both more of the same. Don't get me wrong, I'll play them both because they're good fun, but look at the PS4 lne up. Control, Anthem, Detroit and more, all NEW IPs.

Meanwhile over in PC world we get the 50th billionth Battle Royal and (surprise) another JC.

I couldn't even being myself to finish Origin (WHICH WANT EVEN A GOD DAMN ORIGIN STORY)
sigh

I'll have to get a PS4. I just LOATHE playing FPS with a controller.

Oh, yeah, and a new fallout. With one mode. Which is great because it means I get to be fragged and tea bagged by 9 year old Asian kids..

That awful distorted American anthem from LOCAL58 sounds in my head and it makes me feel terrified

Children and pets — the smallest patriots

There are no faces

I hereby declare the following the official anthem of Trintellix:

[Chorus]
I can make you feel better oh, if you let me
I can make you feel better ooh, if you want to
I can make you feel better oh, and you know you will
If that's what you want boy
Then you know where to find me

[Verse]
However you're feeling
I can make you feel better
Whatever you're thinking
I can make it all clearer
Don't pretend you know that you feel it
Try so hard, but you can't conceal it
Whatever you feel inside
I can make you feel better
If that's what you want boy
Then you know where to find me
So

(SOPHIE — Bipp)

So working from home due to UK Gov lockdown. iTunes on, and the perfect power anthem comes on... Productivity up 110%

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